Tend to rest on our laurels Like it's all moral To let forethought and cause Be orchestrated by our royals, Of oratorical and written history Our fore founders and traditions be Inexplicably Fixed rigidly, Little heeding to meaning Or purpose we just serve As servants surfacing With little to no coercion We all discern the rowboat Isn't propelled by it's own wake Awoken we hold sway The oarsman hold the pace, Keep it straight and afloat Know when to coast or start stroking The founders are foundering Letting the boat overflowing, We're sinking or capsizing Forecasters denied the rising Massive tidal wave Do we act rightly or behave.
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mice & men
The heightened schemes Of mice and men The two species meet With equal means to an end The selfish needs To get the cheese And keep it Complete disregard for indecent Keeping what isn't ours With boundaries cowardly Shrouded we scour Reaping and devouring Outwardly spreading disease With negligent ease Our pedigree seems We're an identical breed.
Silence is golden
All of humanities ills In our inability to sit still In tranquility, we feel the need To impede and fulfill relief Of tedium with instability Debilitating the stillness Like trying to instill peace By drilling heavy artillery Into the breeze Our vulnerabilities Are too much to will the need Of rest, to test our sensibilities Instead we fill the ease Ceaselessly we intervene But the beauty in music Is in the stillness in between Rhythm isn't rhythm Without the division of emission Into nothing but silence It's a big mix jambalaya You might be one To speak with a a silver tongue But silence is golden Priceless is solemness Only the lonely know it Like Orbison notioned How much the outspoken Could notice if they'd just hold lips For a moment only intermittently hold hush Inevitably unfold Whatever's closed will open up.
Loves worth the effort
Hope to cultivate An inner vocalization That stays outspoke towards hate In any form or shape When my own state gets Overstimulated and triggered I will be bigger than spontaneous Inclination to bitterness And dissonance with resilience To shame and malice ways Stay straight like balance beams Through the shadiest alleyways Retaliate against hate With geniality and grace Gratitude and praise Compassion passiveness passé How we proclaim treatment Seems to be based on how we treat each other With a little extra effort Might discover love unearthed.
Conquest & Conquer
Triumph & conquer The cause of common imposters A syndrome like lymph nodes Constantly fighting off toxins Only in the eyes of the beholder Can you define what's no good What's right, what's wrong Whats neutral prognosis It's preposterous what prospers Money & power conquests When nine times out of 10 One falls short of the target Even when you accomplish You'll hardly have enough A starved, impoverished purpose Always on the perpetual hunt
Do You
When you move towards approval You'll soon feel lured Into a lose-lose Catch 22, state of confusion For what you want to do With others unsubtle views And reviews, just do you Conflict of conscious consumes It's useless for aptitude Or destiny, whatever you believe To try to meet Every trend and scheme of society Best to be independent Stay steadily headed In your own direction The road less treaded Eventually people Will see you for you technique Chic and regal abilities You kept it real unique Even if others still don't see you Don't beat yourself, be cool Because being deceitful isn't easy Best just be you.
Give Up Indifference
It's oft forgotten more often than not The common paradox Inherent in our Common place cause It's hardly camouflaged That it's far more optimum To give than to receive Yet we keep reaching with cupping palms up We're at odds Rather gain others acknowledgment nods Carving wild tales Like modern Scheherazades At what cost? To what ends? No regard to false facades It's merely fluff to garner followers Hypocrisy flaunt God forbid we aren't in spotlights Outright competition we exhibit With anyone Who gets within our jurisdiction No position is worth resistance To coherency consistent With brotherhood, sisterhood Wish we could give up our indifference.
Inclusivity
Living a life of striving Yet not arriving Always grinding the grindstone Though it slowly becomes sloped & misaligning Broken with unfocused Slicing and dicing wide open I look foolish trying to use these tools With fueled emotion Is it hopeless? knowing what to fix Is an enormous riddle Drilling holes into surfaces Just to return and fill them in With formative middle, juvenile years Unfortunately drear Jeers from teachers & peers Steer us into fear Inferiority complex A minority outcast Logically nonsense, yet It's plausible in contrast To the support that's offered to blossom Whether or not you fit in With the prim and proper scholarly Pompous obnoxious dipsh*ts Distance from this split philosophy Seems harder and harder to achieve It's a mockery in a time Of "tolerance" and "equality" sheesh.
Shed the Shell
If your identification Based upon possessions You'll be facing a regression Relating to inner essence An extension of self maybe But parading gucci sweaters? prada dresses? Versace faux leather Whatever you call expression? If that's how you reflect yourself With a projected hubris You've consumed yourself with This delusion of consumerism Assuming you've got something Beneath the costume The clown suit, you've become a clown Ronald Mcdoonald A prop of corporate ruin Cultural skew of wholesome values They trash values Have to dig deep through refuse Landfill, to find what really fills You up with substance Instead of substance filling up at max Suffering succotash you'll suffer fast Upperclass habits Can be traded for the basics Of practicing daily gratitude Of our integral human nature
Unwritten
You can be a well-versed Bookworm in nature preserved But unconcerned with the nature Of learning in the real world Real virtues be lost virtually Personal improvement is stalled And distorted a shortage Of evolution involved The exposure to vulnerabilities That are needed for growth Instead focusing on minutia The confusion of control Coordinated subordinate No equitable position Except the orderly resources The illustrated and scripted To explore the unwritten The unlimited composition With literature is a window To live through it is true living
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